A chill must've run through his spine looking at their faces so he instinctively drew his pistol. They were worried for nothing as I normally drove my S-76. The helicopter slowly achieved lift and everyone in the helicopter besides me is still tense on what I might do. We rose in the skies and we could barely see the people below that sent us off.
*bzzt*
"Stay safe kid."
*bzzt*
*bzzt*
"You too, old man."
*bzzt*
*bzzt*
"What the- okay, here you go. Woof! Woof! Woof!"
*bzzt*
*bzzt*
"Hah! Protect our home Zeus while we're away! We'll come back as soon as we can!"
*bzzt*
Zeus responded once more and I drove us to our destination. The perks of having a helicopter in this apocalypse is massive. It would be around chapter 2000+ before a protagonist from a VRMMO novel that I read before gets their hands on a flying vehicle or a mount.
